My sun is melting, and I keep walking like an idiot. When it all comes crashing down, head over heals, I’ll be caught in the middle surrounded with things I could never feel. I can mix words and I can motion moves, but it won’t make a difference to who I’m talking to. Send me back to the notebooks and paper scraps, napkins crammed in their
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oh if you didnt know this is madalyn.
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